On Andy Warhol's Silver Clouds

There they were Just flying, just f l o a t i n g Twirling. Teaching us how to dance through a hidden silver lining as they spun carefree. Waiting for the next arrival at this celestial department store. Surrounded by white walls (is this heaven?). Black fans standing as sentinels keeping the clouds. It’s a nice hum. A woman in black is weaving among the clouds. I know her. I join her. We see ourselves float away and wave at our reflections. Multiple ‘me’s and several ‘she’s. We are learning how to live. Surrounded by white walls and clouds Life passes quickly; be quick to live. There we are just floating just d a n c i n g Amidst our silver lining.